I had dinner the other night with an adoptive mom, and when she talked about talking her kids back to their country of origin and spoke of their first moms, I tried to check out as much as possible.

When I was near the end of my time teaching writing at San José State, I had my students, Spartans all, memorize a paragraph from Thoreau’s Walden

If you create space for blessings in your life, what then is not possible?

I invented Write or Die almost ten years ago when I needed money for food.

I have had the sense the last few years that my body, my life, is thinning and the truth of things, of myself, are more transparent to me.

Maybe this was a mistake, is what I am thinking as I stare at my notebook, writing in big letters IF YOU WANT TO TAKE ME DOWN JUST GET IT OVER WITH.

“My mother did not want me.”

I watched two dragonflies smash each other against a branch sticking out of the murky water’s edge the other day, and I’ve been thinking about them ever since.

Up until yesterday late afternoon, the main way I’d fight back tears when I didn’t want to cry was to remember the time my dad fell when we were skating.

Sherry is one of the amazing writers I work with, and, as you will soon hear, she is a force.

The mind is a meaning making machine, so when something happens to us that feels overwhelming, confusing, catastrophic, our mind gets to work to figure out what it all means.

I got derailed by taking the Wayfinder life coach training.